Ivar sat in the Saami elder’s lávvu, ready to ask him for your hand in marriage.

He’d seen you before as your siida spent the winter outside of Kattegat. He knew that he wanted you for a wife, though he’d never spoken to you. He’d learned the ways of proposing to a Saami woman. Thus he brought the pelt, bones and meat of a polar bear that he’d hunted for you as a gift for your hand. He wanted to do this right, not by force but he would if he had to.